The entire world shall be populous with that action which saves one soul from despair.

So I be written in the Book of Love. I do not care about that Book Above. Erase my name, or write it as you will. So I be written in the Book of Love.

The Stars are setting and the Caravan Starts for the Dawn of Nothing-Oh, make haste!

As far as you can avoid it, do not give grief to anyone. Never inflict your rage on another. If you hope for eternal rest, feel the pain yourself; but don’t hurt others.

Dust into Dust, and under Dust to lie, Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer, and-sans End!

Thy Return is as another Sun to Heaven; a new Rose blooming in the Garden of the Soul.

Dead yesterdays and unborn tomorrows, why fret about it, if today be sweet.